My affairs with several women

Sometimes I come here to browse, and most of the erotic stories are fabricated. Let me tell you a true story. Recently, I've been living alone in a foreign country, feeling very lonely, and I don't want to touch other women. I think I've fallen in love with her. Is it love? I can't say for sure. I keep thinking about her, but most of what I think about is our time in bed? Is it lust? I'm always thinking about every aspect of her. She's much younger than me, a girl from Sichuan, let's call her Jie. At first, I didn't think she was particularly beautiful. Once, we went to another city for training together, and we spent all our time together. Gradually, I discovered that she was very feminine. Her unintentional gestures and movements seemed gentle, charming, and full of womanly appeal to me. (Now I think it's probably because my wife is too unfeminine, a complete workaholic.) She has a round face, two small dimples when she smiles; her fingers are slender, typical of a beautiful woman's hands, and her skin, while not fair, is very delicate. Her figure wasn't particularly good, but her round, plump buttocks and her not-too-large but firm breasts clearly showcased her curves. I began to have lustful thoughts about her, and my words always carried that implication. She seemed quite willing to cooperate. Finally, one day I embraced her, and she nestled into my arms. We held each other tightly, and I don't know how long it lasted… until finally we were on the bed, undressed. When her hand touched my penis, she was surprised, "Yours is so big?" I tentatively entered, and her brows furrowed, clearly in pain. "Does it hurt a lot?" I asked. "Yes, more than my first time," she replied. "Then I'll go slowly." Finally, it was fully inside, and her vagina began to wet. Seeing her both ecstatic and in pain, I felt both admiration and tenderness. You see, I'm much older than her. Gradually, her breathing became rapid, and her hands gripped me tighter and tighter. Finally, with a scream, she reached her climax. After a while, she realized my penis was still very large and hard. So, she coquettishly hinted that she wanted more. And so, during her third orgasm, I also ejaculated violently. After catching her breath, she buried her head in my chest and told me she was a vixen, naturally promiscuous. "You've been married for over two years, why does it still hurt so much?" I asked. "How many men have a penis as big as yours?" "Have you slept with many men?" "Do you think I'm a prostitute?" She pinched me. "When we women get together, sometimes we talk about our husbands' penises. Several of my friends' husbands' penises are about the same size as mine," "Smaller than mine?" "A whole size smaller! Oh no, I'm bleeding down there." There were indeed some bloodstains on her fingers. "It's all my fault, I was too rough." "It's okay, women can handle that." "Why are you willing to sleep with me?" I asked. "You're manly, tall, fair-skinned, and handsome, and you're exceptionally good at your job. We women all say behind your back that your wife is getting a great deal." "Do you want to marry me?" "Of course I do, but is it possible? Well, who knows? If I get the chance, I'll seize it. Sigh, but it's really difficult. Look at your wife, she's quite cunning and not easy to deal with. You're soft-hearted, so you'll have to leave it to fate. Oh, and you need to take care of your health. I'm not cursing you, but people who are strong in looks, brains, and health don't often live long!" And so, our relationship has lasted almost two years now. At the beginning, I really didn't think about what the outcome would be. It's not that I didn't want to, it's just that various factors around me would lead to a bloody mess. Although I don't like my wife, I'm afraid she might do something rash. Besides, raising our son to this age hasn't been easy for her either, sigh! It's really tough! Over these two years, I've become increasingly dependent on her. Sometimes I wonder if I'm despicable for playing around with women. She wasn't my first affair. Before her, I had another woman, let's call her Ping. Ping was five years older than Jie, in her early thirties, and much younger than me. Ping had a great figure, 1.68 meters tall, while Jie was 1.62 meters.Ping's marital relationship is probably terrible. I've known Ping for almost five years, and she has a very strong sex drive. The first time we made love, after a while, she wanted to kneel on the bed with her big ass facing me, wanting me to fuck her from behind. She was very wet, her vagina was very lubricated, and she was very proud of it. She didn't reach orgasm easily; even with a big penis like mine, it took her twenty to thirty minutes to reach climax. When she did orgasm, she screamed like a bitch. Later I realized that she also felt her husband's penis wasn't big enough. Listen up, guys, if your penis is small, you should be careful your wives might cheat on you. Don't brag about how big your penis is; mine is only about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long and four or five centimeters in diameter when erect, and it's enough to make women want more. Ping is very attached to me; she wants to marry me, but she knows it's impossible. She says that as long as I'm good to her, that's enough, she doesn't want anything else. If we don't have sex for a while, she can't stand it and tries everything to get me to fuck her. I remember shortly after we started our relationship, during one sexual encounter, I thrust over a thousand times. She, drenched in sweat, told me that after that experience, she'd die happy. I was exhausted too. Of course, we couldn't just wander around the city; sometimes we'd drive to other places, rent a room, and spend the night together. Ping loved to stroll arm-in-arm with me. She said our figures were a good match, and I'm 1.8 meters tall. At that time, we seemed like a married couple, wandering amidst the beautiful scenery. I don't know if a man can be good to two women at the same time. Since having sex with Jie, I've wanted to leave Ping. Ping sensed this and found it increasingly difficult to contact me. One day, she cried, saying she couldn't live without me. She said she'd do anything as long as I didn't leave her. She kissed my entire body, holding my penis tightly in her mouth. I was also heartbroken. Looking into her tearful eyes, my heart melted. Another storm raged. After leaving, I regretted it. What should I do? It's been a long time since I slept with Ping. She seems to have gradually adapted, and I wonder if she's found someone new. I want to thank these two women; they helped me end my history of prostitution. Actually, I was dragged into it by others. This kind of thing is like opium; it's addictive. Of course, I rarely have sex with prostitutes; I worry that it's not clean. More often, I just touch their breasts, masturbate, and occasionally give them oral sex. I remember one prostitute had really beautiful breasts—snow-white, too big to fit in one hand, firm and soft. Most prostitutes forgot about me immediately after I left, and I can't even remember how many prostitutes' breasts I touched. Let me mention one that left the deepest impression. She was from Zhejiang, and many girls from Zhejiang do this kind of thing. She wanted me to call her Chen Chen. The girl said she was twenty, but I thought she was only eighteen. Chen Chen was very beautiful; it was a shame she was stuck in a brothel. I was infatuated with her beauty, and I went there four or five times. She seemed completely indifferent to such things. I touched her entire body, and she even wanted me to insert my fingers into her vagina, causing her to orgasm several times. Once, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I said I would bring her mooncakes, and she was skeptical. The next day, I brought her a rather exquisite box of mooncakes. This time, she looked at me with deep affection, dragged me into her small cubicle, pounced on me, and kissed me passionately. Later, she agreed to let me ask her out. Once, I took her to a teahouse, and she was very excited, folding a paper crane for me. I knew Chen Chen was moved. Another time, we went to a hotel, which was very intimate, but we didn't have sex. We didn't use condoms; I was still too afraid. When we broke up, I offered her money, but she resolutely refused. Because of a business trip, I didn't visit her for two weeks, and she was very disappointed. She texted me, asking why I hadn't come, whether I had slept with her and didn't want her anymore. I said, absolutely not, I haven't even had sex with you yet. She told me she had left the hair salon and gone to a karaoke bar. She had a new name: Wenli. She hoped I would visit her often. But after that, I never saw her again. Clearly, she was unhappy there. Once, she called me, asking me to be her mistress, to find her a room and give her pocket money—that was all she wanted. She said she wanted to be my concubine, guarding that room, waiting for me every day, cooking for me, and letting me have sex with her. After a year as my concubine, she left the city. I didn't agree. I was incredibly busy during that time, and even at home I had to take care of my son; I had no time! She was very disappointed, and after that, our phone calls gradually decreased. Once, I called her and asked if she remembered me. She said she remembered, but the memory was faint. She was telling the truth. Before I knew it, the Spring Festival had passed, and when I called her again, her phone was disconnected. She had left the city, disappeared into the crowd. Whenever I think of her, I can't help but sigh. What a lovely, beautiful girl. I never had sex with her. Her smile when we parted was like a newly blossoming flower. Wasn't it all because of life? I hope she's already married. This all happened before I met Ping. Since I got together with Ping, I haven't gone to prostitutes anymore. I feel bad for Ping; I don't know what she's thinking. Now, I just want to be with Jie all the time. We often talk about marriage. I tell her I'm much older than her, that I'm old, and she laughs and says, "You don't look old at all in bed; you're much better than my husband." This isn't an excuse; I want to marry her. Sometimes I ask her when she thought of sleeping with me, and she smiles mischievously, saying she seduced me. Jie doesn't have children yet, but she wants some. She wants to have one for me, saying that if we had a child, it would be very smart and beautiful. But she's afraid. We don't know what the future holds. Deep down, she wants to marry me, and I want to marry her too. But we're just ordinary people; we're both afraid of societal pressures.

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